Chapter 11

• Lana
• “Please…” I press my teeth into my lower lip and hold it there until the shaking eases. It doesn’t stop completely, but it’s better than letting him see it.
• I would rather beg this man than Xander Chen. Any day. “There has to be another option. Some other way to handle this. A different schedule.” My voice sounds too loud in the small room. “I’ve been sick. I couldn’t work for weeks. Dad lost his job. We just need time. One more month. That’s all I’m asking.”